Post by Ukiyoe on Apr 1, 2008 5:52:51 GMT -5
Name: Ukiyoe
age: over 1000 years old
gender: female spirit of fortune and magick
birth date: believes it to be sometime around the mortal November
apperences: A tall oiran (like this a bit)img.photobucket.com/albums/v683/BeautifulSwansong/0007.jpg (and geta like in my display picture) but with heavy make up like this www.beautybentobox.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/kyoto_japan_geisha200.jpg and more, more elaborate kanzashi in her hair (flowers, long chains with coins at the end, etc). She has eyes the color of pure gold, rimmed by long, thick eyelashes. You know when she is coming because you hear a harmony of bells (she has bells in her hair, on her shoes, on her fan) and you can smell a light fragrance of opium as she waves her scented black lace fan.
Bio: She has existed for as long as she can think, but she only remembers truely living after having met a very handsome, but very poor man. He prayed to her every night, and she was able to bless his fishing business with great fortune. She loved him, because he was the only mortal to ever truely need, not just want, her blessings. He died at sea and she has never blessed anyone since. She wanders, hoping to find him somewhere in this Spirited land. Because she has very poor perception of time, she doesn't realize that she has wandered for centuries.
Personlity: She's upbeat, but prone to sudden silence at the slighest memory of her lost love. She does not sleep, so she spends most of her nights singing sad songs in an ancient tongue. She loves to laugh and enjoys a good joke. The bath-house is one of her favorite places to be because of the cheerful environment. she can be very vain at times, but never mean.
RP SAMPLE: The glowing lanterns were blurs in the distance, slowly taking form. She could hear the night's activity starting up, as the smell of fried food and mineral soaks wafted towards the ferry. It had been a rather uneventful day. She had bought replacement bells for her hair, of a more somber tone. Ukiyoe reached up and pulled one out, rolling it over in her hands. Crafted of the purest gold, its only rival the Sun, it was truely a treasure, but Ukiyoe cared for nothing of the sort. When you're born practically made of gold, it isn't as special. She tossed the small bell into the water as the ferry came ashore. Spirits and creatures of the like filed out neatly and quietly, the majority headed to the bathouse for rest and relaxation. Ukiyoe made her way slowly with the crowd, in no great hurry, taking in the lovely night scenery. She paused and looked to the sky, drinking in the stars. She pulled out her small black lace fan, the scent of opium filling the air around her, and wafted the cool night air to her face.
age: over 1000 years old
gender: female spirit of fortune and magick
birth date: believes it to be sometime around the mortal November
apperences: A tall oiran (like this a bit)img.photobucket.com/albums/v683/BeautifulSwansong/0007.jpg (and geta like in my display picture) but with heavy make up like this www.beautybentobox.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/kyoto_japan_geisha200.jpg and more, more elaborate kanzashi in her hair (flowers, long chains with coins at the end, etc). She has eyes the color of pure gold, rimmed by long, thick eyelashes. You know when she is coming because you hear a harmony of bells (she has bells in her hair, on her shoes, on her fan) and you can smell a light fragrance of opium as she waves her scented black lace fan.
Bio: She has existed for as long as she can think, but she only remembers truely living after having met a very handsome, but very poor man. He prayed to her every night, and she was able to bless his fishing business with great fortune. She loved him, because he was the only mortal to ever truely need, not just want, her blessings. He died at sea and she has never blessed anyone since. She wanders, hoping to find him somewhere in this Spirited land. Because she has very poor perception of time, she doesn't realize that she has wandered for centuries.
Personlity: She's upbeat, but prone to sudden silence at the slighest memory of her lost love. She does not sleep, so she spends most of her nights singing sad songs in an ancient tongue. She loves to laugh and enjoys a good joke. The bath-house is one of her favorite places to be because of the cheerful environment. she can be very vain at times, but never mean.
RP SAMPLE: The glowing lanterns were blurs in the distance, slowly taking form. She could hear the night's activity starting up, as the smell of fried food and mineral soaks wafted towards the ferry. It had been a rather uneventful day. She had bought replacement bells for her hair, of a more somber tone. Ukiyoe reached up and pulled one out, rolling it over in her hands. Crafted of the purest gold, its only rival the Sun, it was truely a treasure, but Ukiyoe cared for nothing of the sort. When you're born practically made of gold, it isn't as special. She tossed the small bell into the water as the ferry came ashore. Spirits and creatures of the like filed out neatly and quietly, the majority headed to the bathouse for rest and relaxation. Ukiyoe made her way slowly with the crowd, in no great hurry, taking in the lovely night scenery. She paused and looked to the sky, drinking in the stars. She pulled out her small black lace fan, the scent of opium filling the air around her, and wafted the cool night air to her face.
